Moldova is my home (I love Moldova)


Moldova is a garden
Of green and shaded lanes,
A song to awaken flowers!
To fresh blood in our veins!

Moldova is a dance
In fragrant lavender fields,
A white dress that smells
The rain, in aromatic bliss!

Moldova is a charm,
Blowing gently in the breeze;
A sky with visible stars,
Carrying scents of hope and dreams!

Moldova is a rainbow
In vibrant hues of purplish-pink;
Painted in million colours,
Written down in scented ink!

Moldova is a dove,
Lost in a field full of grain!
Easy to hurt, yet easy to love,
Turning tears into drops of rain!

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My dress still smells of lavender,
Perfume that reminds me of home!
And one day – in Moldova-
I will return! And no longer roam!



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